Daphne

Chapter

Rex POV

I have never seen Ivory looked so pissed before and despite the implication that would come with such behavior, I liked her this fireced. Walking behind her till we got to our room, I sat by the chair and watched Ivory lay back to the bed. The evening was slowly approaching, a testament to how long we had stayed at the training ground.

"The fact that he thinks fighting with sword is the best way to beat an opponent, is irritating." Ivory stated out of the blue. She was indeed still grumbling over her encounter with the prince.

"You know he has a point right?" I wished I hadn't said that statement as Ivory gots up to stare at me in the most twisted way possible.

"You are going to support him? Really Rex? Why am I surprised, this is coming from someone who used riffles anyways." Her savagery at this point was hilarious and all efforts to contain my laughs yield no results, as I burst out into a hysterics of laughs.

"Keep laughing all you want, we both know I am saying